Lines

have appeared

out of nowhere.

A lion’s cave

lies quiet

under the earth.

There are two skies

skiing with the clouds.

The mind multiplies,

breaks down,

goes to seed,

which the lion eats.

Have you heard

his latest song?

It’s about a sea green giraffe

dancing in his pond.

 

The above poem is from my first book Reeling (2012).

This House

looks so pretty

its beautiful staircase

its white and orange window

its brown brick wall

and as I look

a crow descends

on its lovely red-tiled sloping roof

and the coconut trees

sway happily in the breeze

that is blowing

green coconuts hang in bunches

against the blue sky

the sound the leaves make

is the soothing sound

of the sea

and the sea is just behind

us here

on this lovely resort

at Kudle beach

where all night yesterday

a woman in a nearby cottage moaned

making love to her lover

for hours their lovemaking went on

perplexing me beyond wonder

and then there was this animal

or I don’t know what

first the noise was in my cupboard

and I thought it was a rat

then it ran across the walls

and I thought it could be the wind

but whatever it was

it ran across the roof then

and this woman cried.

Last Evening

I had dinner early

and hit the bed

I couldn’t sleep

I was feeling too bored

so I got up and

went to Juhu Beach

it was wonderful

the sun was still burning yellow

in the sky

the waves were silver

the sand was golden

and it wasn’t crowded

I walked along

and spotting

some stairs

leading to a building

went and sat

down there

it was beautiful

soon I was joined

by two northeastern children

a tiny sister and brother pair

the sister older

threatened to beat me first

then quickly became my friend

and chanting nonsense rhyme

jumped down the stairs

one by one

I leaned my back

against the wall

the poet in me delighted

the loneliness in me unlocked

and looked at the sea

my heart beginning to warm

and then I found myself laughing

when I was shortly joined by

a shaggy brown stray dog

who came looking

rather purposefully

for something

all in a pant

and finding me instead

quickly slithered away.

 

The above poem is from my third book The Branches (2015).